[Risky move, Captain. With the way the world swims and resettles around him, it's probably fortunate that Freddie hasn't eaten today. Although he's drunk enough that, hiccuping as he's tossed across Cassidy's back, his throat stings with acid.
He slides off and onto the mattress like a broken-jointed doll, one hand just managing to fist in his shirt in a last gasp attempt to hold onto something. But the fall isn't far, and Freddie's fingers are left twisted between Cassidy's buttons. His hand's bleeding quite decently by now and the shirt's no longer anywhere near as white as it was.
Freddie notes the dark patch under his fingers, and then ignores it, gaze slipping up to Cassidy's face. There's some sense memory here - well, it's a familiar position - and his smile's halfway to salacious when he notes that not everthing's as it should be.
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He slides off and onto the mattress like a broken-jointed doll, one hand just managing to fist in his shirt in a last gasp attempt to hold onto something. But the fall isn't far, and Freddie's fingers are left twisted between Cassidy's buttons. His hand's bleeding quite decently by now and the shirt's no longer anywhere near as white as it was.
Freddie notes the dark patch under his fingers, and then ignores it, gaze slipping up to Cassidy's face. There's some sense memory here - well, it's a familiar position - and his smile's halfway to salacious when he notes that not everthing's as it should be.
A frown works a dent into his forehead.]
The fuck are you doing in Jem's room?